Chapter 10

Driving home the world felt far away for Chuck, he had done something wrong with Liam. Their father sure has heck didn’t spend any real time raising either of them, that meant he was partially responsible for his little brother even if he was twenty three. If he only knew, if he had only paid enough attention he could have stopped what happened to that girl. Still as crazy as all this was to keep both of them out of jail, he had still expected it all to really fall on Liam’s shoulders. Chuck took his eyes off the road for a second to look at his brother, dressed up like a believable young teen.

Liam had started talking, ranting the second they were in the car alone together, but he hadn’t really heard a single word his brother was saying. He noted it was odd hearing his brothers voice come from a girl, but he gave little thought beyond that as he mostly kept his thoughts circling the fact his own dick was locked away because his brother wasn’t truly accepting the punishment they had agreed to.

When Chuck pulled into the driveway, Liam noticed right away something was off. He didn’t see his motorcycle anywhere. Pulling on the door handle, Liam was surprised when the door hadn’t budged at all. He tried a few more times, pulling on the handle rapidly. “Dude your door is broken, I can’t get out.”

When his older brother started to get out of the car without so much as acknowledging him, Liam yelled. “HEY ARE YOU EVEN LISTENING TO ME?!”

Chuck turned back to his brother and pressed his lips together, giving a single shake of his head. “Not really, no.” The way Liam yanked on the door handled rapidly, while looking at him with an exasperated face made him look like a girl throwing a tantrum. “Calm down, the door isn’t broken. Just the child safety lock.”

Moving over to that side of the truck he could hear his brother yell back the words “Child lock” through the truck’s cabin. It made him a little happy to have zoned Liam out as he drove, he really didn’t need this right now. “Grab your bag.” Chuck said as he opened the door.

“Where is my bike?!” Liam demanded glaring at his brother for daring to touch his things. When they had left this morning it was parked on the gravel to the side of the driveway almost touching the wooden fence.

“It is in the garage, now do you want to keep yelling and make people wonder why a girl sounds the way you do? Maybe the neighbors will put together who you are, is that what you want? For everyone to think you dress up like some little girl in your free time?”

Liam was ready to ask his brother where the fuck he got off moving his bike when his words died in his throat. His eyes went wide and he looked to the houses next to his own, suddenly wondering if people were looking out their windows at him. He quickly grabbed the bag in the car, slammed the car door before chasing after his brother, who walked away after saying his piece. Letting out a sigh of relief Liam tossed the bag onto the couch before heading to his room. “I can’t wait to get out of these clothes… you have no idea what kind of day this has… what the hell happened to my room!?”

All of his things were gone from the room, the walls were covered in vertical stripes each about two inches wide, alternating between a shade of white and a light shade of gray. In the room taking up most of one of the walls was an ivory white desk with small drawers, large drawers and a small overhead bare bookshelf. Sitting on the desk was a round mirror on a stand that looked like it had a built in light around its sides, he recognized it as a makeup mirror more than a few girls he had been with had. The chair for the desk looked more like a round cushioned lilac colored stool with a slight back to it that would swivel around.

The dresser in the room was the same color as the desk, a tall skinny thing that stood next to a short, but long bookshelf the same color. Then there was his bed, gone was his king size mattress that took up most of the room. Instead in the room was a twin mattress, not even a twin XL, the thing was half as wide as his old mattress and like half a foot shorter. The bed had white sheets and a bed cover that was a shade of purple he couldn’t place. The bed had two rows of pillows all set against the wall instead of the head of the bed, making it look like when it was made it could be used more as a couch.

“I let some people in to renovate your room, Megan gave me a list of things I had to get done today so you can immerse yourself as my daughter.” Chuck said feeling much more tired that he had just a few hours ago. “This is my first time seeing it, wow glad this is your room and not mine.”

“I'm not sleeping in this room, wait where is my stuff?” Liam moved into the room opening drawer after drawer, finding them all empty, including his closet. Finding only a note atop the desk written in girly handwriting. “What is this?” Liam said with a snarl as he read the note.

“Hey Leah!

I’m close 2 Megan Best and she totally told me how your uncle Liam was moving out of the house and like u needed 2 move in. I loved picking out the things for your room and totally wish I could be there 2 see your face when u see it. OMG I bet u love it, I hope u love it!

“Guh…” Liam shoved the letter into Chuck’s chest as he moved past him, disgusted with the letter more than the room itself. It was like something Bailey would write in her texts, and of course Megan would get some super girly just like her niece to fuck with his room.

Moving through the house he opened the door to the garage so he could move his things back into the room, but was surprised to see it full of the normal crap they had. A free weight bench, a exercise bike, a small tv mounted on the wall next to a large fan and then behind them. On the other side were a few large red tool boxes, one his the other Chucks. The garage had enough room to pull a compact car in with everything in there, or the front of Chuck’s truck if it needed to be worked on. Plenty of room to cram everything from his bedroom, but none of it was there. “Fuck… wait where the fuck is my bike! CHUCK!”

Chuck had already been following his girlified brother after he read the note. He had left shortly after letting the two men in the house that Megan said would be arriving, but he hadn’t seen any females with them and figured she must have shown up after he headed out. “What are you yelling about now?”

“My bike… my stuff. You know my bed, my dresser, my posters, my clothes, and oh yeah, my fucking bike! You said my things were in the garage!” Chuck set his jaw, he was about done with his brother, but he looked in the garage first so he could point at the obvious motorcycle he pulled in behind the weight bench this morning. He blinked a few times, stepping into the area just in case it had been moved closer to the washer and dryer that were next to the door, but it wasn’t there either. “I said your bike was in here, not your stuff, I have no idea where your stuff is. Though I would hazard a guess your bike is with them, hold on let me make a phone call.”

“I’m not doing this anymore Chuck, fuck this bitch, I don’t care. I am done playing these stupid games.” Liam ground his foot into the ground, but instead of feeling his familiar boots his foot slid with the thin frilly socks inside the sparkly girly flats he wore.

“Shut up, I’m on the phone.” Chuck said holding his hand over the microphone for his phone. “Yeah sorry about that Megan, yeah I was calling about… yeah the room. Yes, I know we talked about settings up a room for Leah to feel more comfortable in. No… but… yeah it is about…” Chuck clenched his jaw while gripping the back of his own neck with his free hand, feeling the muscles grow tighter as the woman on the other end of the phone kept interrupting him.

“Yeah, I understand. No it will not be a problem. Yes I understand what will happen. Of course… yes I ahh I love you too.”

“What the fuck was that? You love her too?” Liam could see how upset his brother was, but how pissed he was didn’t matter to him. He wasn’t the one suffering and being humiliated with everything that crazy woman was doing.

“That… is me going along, to get along. When the woman that has my dick in a vice says she loves me and then asks don’t you love me too. You tell her you do love her, that is the type of lie that keeps you safe. She heard your little rant by the way, how the hell can you say your done when she literally has our dicks locked away?”

Looking at his brother like he was stupid for a second, Liam squinted one eye and moved his head from left to right slightly as he could see what he meant. Wearing girls' panties was kind of like locking his dick away, he wouldn’t be pulling any hot chicks looking like he was now. Something he needed to fix quickly, and to do that Chuck needed to tell him where his stuff was. “Dude, wearing girls' panties isn’t exactly a lock, I just need my things. Where did she put my stuff?”

“It was all put in storage somewhere and what do you mean by girls' panties?” Under the gaze of his brother Liam’s gaze went to the ground as a blush came to his face. He felt so embarrassed and of course Chuck had no idea what he was wearing under the overalls and he just had to give it away.

“You know umm she made me wear girls panties…” The softer material felt a lot nicer than his normal boxers, but he wasn’t going to admit that.

“What about the cage with the little lock on it?”

“What cage? What lock?” Liam’s eyes moved back to his brother, confused about what he was talking about.

“You are fucking kidding me! You have got to be fucking kidding me!” Chuck took a few steps away from his brother yelling at the ceiling as he realized he was the only one she locked away. To him it felt like Liam was getting off easier than himself, when it was Liam who was at real fault for all of this. He hadn’t behaved the way Megan wanted today, and just now said how he was done. Liam could just take off the clothes and wash the makeup off, but unless he was suddenly about to be very trusting to a locksmith or someone with cutters then his dick was locked away till she let him out. Not to mention the repercussions for Liam not following along. Chuck squeezed his eyes tight, balling both his hands into fists.

“I don’t know what is wrong with you, but man the fuck up and call the bitch back so we can get my stuff back. I can just pack a bag and if I make good time be out of state before the sun comes up. If I’m gone no way would she report this to the police knowing she could only get you. You didn’t even do anything, fuck I didn’t do anything wrong.”

Liam was surprised to see his older brother whirl on him, stepping way further into his personal space. “You say your done… no Liam, I am done with your shit. You **** a girl, for some fucking reason wont fess up to it, even after the girls Aunt dressed you up like a girl and had one of your college friends fuck your face. At this point if she wanted to keep you like that all summer and service every member of that frat as much as they want then I would tell you to figure out how to get some enjoyment out of a stomach full of cum.”

Opening his mouth Liam stepped closer to his brother, poking him in the chest. Ignoring how his five foot four was dwarfed by his brothers six feet of height, but before he could say a word Chuck grabbed him by the arm and started to drag him through the house. “LET GO!”

Chuck easily tossed his brother onto his new bed. “For the summer, like ten fucking weeks you are not my breather. You are my darling little girl Leah, but if you are not then I will fucking make sure you go to jail and a picture is sent to the guards of you giving a blow job. I may be sent to prison too, but at least I won't be a prison bitch like you.” Chuck said with conviction as he pointed at Liam, who at some point along the way lost one of the sparkly shoes.

“This is how it will go, you will do what Miss Megan says, you will do what I say as your father! I have instructions for you to read your girl motto or whatever for twenty minutes. No, you will be doing that for an hour. You will start talking like you should or I swear I will do what Megan did today and take you over my own lap and I promise you little girl. I hit a lot harder than she does.”

Sitting there on the bed Liam sat stunned, his brother wasn’t yelling, but he knew he was madder now for some reason than the time he convinced one of the girls he was dating to go down on him. Both him and Bailey thought it was hilarious at the time, but it was a near thing; his brother hadn’t given him a black eye for it. “What has gotten into you Chuck? Why are you acting like this?”

“This is your last warning, you will refer to me as Daddy because you are my little girl. Because if you are actually my brother things are going to get a lot darker because of his attitude. Liam no longer lives in this house, he did horrible things to a girl he went on a date with and honestly I can’t even say for sure he hadn’t done those types of things before. If Liam was here telling me he wasn’t going to do the things he knows he has to do to make up for everything then I would make sure he went to prison. I would even testify against him if I was able to work out a deal where I didn’t join him. So tell me, am I talking to Leah or Liam?”

When they fought growing up, Liam was never really afraid of his brother. Despite their size and build differences Chuck never intentionally hurt him and he knew he took more than he share of beatings from their father. Right now he was terrified of him. “I thought.. I thought you said you would always be in my corner, helping me and protecting me.”

“I should never have protected you from the repercussions of your own actions, that is on me. Now thought that is over, and if you can get your head out of your selfish bubble for one second you would realize that by going along with you being Leah I am protecting you. If you will not allow me to protect you, then you will be suffering the consequences. Now who am I talking to?”

“But I didn’t do it… you have to believe me.” Liam pleaded, he needed his brother to believe him. He would never **** anyone.

“So be it.” Chuck pulled his phone out of his pocket ready to call Megan, wondering if there was anything he could say to at least protect himself or if there was a different deal he could work out with the crazy woman out for ****.

“Waitwaitwait!” Liam said rapidly moving to his knees to get off the bed, but stopped as his brother turned to him. “I”m Leah. I’m your daughter.” It was almost physically painful for Liam to say those words. Knowing now his brother really was going to make him stick this out and not just try placating the woman the best they could like they originally talked about. What felt worse than the humiliation was knowing his brother didn’t believe him.